Light Touching

"Oh, where are my manners!" Lois Lane said, a sly smile on her face. "Here I am interrogating you and I haven't even offered you anything to drink! Please, sit down..."

The reporter touched Angelica Blaze's shoulder and guided her to a seat at the kitchen table. In another moment, the bottle of vodka and a glass were on the table, Lois had brought the other chair around, and the reporter was seated next to Blaze, pouring her a shot.

The robe did not cover Lois Lane's knee when she was seated, and her leg touched Blaze's. Elbow to elbow, it was effortless for the reporter to lean her breast against the disguised demon's arm as she poured the vodka. The reporter swore she could feel Blaze's temperature rise as one of the reporter's stiff nipples pressed against the dickgirl's arm through the thin fabric of the robe.

Lois wondered if underneath the table Blaze was getting hard already.

"There...all cozy," the reporter said as Angelica picked up her glass and sipped the vodka. "That chair isn't too...hard, is it?"

"Fine," Blaze said, a Mona Lisa smile on her lips, as though her plan was working. "Although I'm sure the bed is softer..."

You'll never find out. Get ready for a long, hard night, the reporter thought to herself. Followed by blue balls!

"Hmm. So...the missing women," Lois said, changing the subject, her right arm sliding behind the demon's back to lightly touch Blaze's neck. "Tell me everything."